Tragic Im Mute
Peach deep skin
gratifying closed angel redeemer I'm mute,
griping to sway or flutter this I cannot determine
though I feel it gratifying this spirit lost for so long
I am a prisoner to such genetics blessed by divinity
you are a tragic captivation my soul caught passing
I am mute and your essence tastes so sweet
cut my tongue out beautiful memory
I am mute
unworthy to such composure I'll ask history to remember your name
or trade a pound of flesh for one kiss
let it be for I am mute
may you glance at me.
By spine stealer 2
© 2010 spine stealer 2
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